What will my eyes do
when the last shadows of youth
leave my warrior's body
defeated,
abandoned
to the cruel assaults of old age?
Will they cry
or will they find the strength
to open themselves to the hope
of a never-hidden desire
to live in The Beyond?
And if The Beyond does exist
the sunset will in any case be
a hard unhappy price
and so will be
the dampening of ourselves within.